pentacles and swords
sanctify wise wands weaving
grail glistens graced gift ~
upon cold winter
wild winds roar through soaked forest ~
with no leaves to burst
night shrouded in mist
knitted within the thick cloud ~
fire beetles in string
glow of wet candle
flaunt nearby wooded walkways ~
sequel's sights dazzling
Written: September 18, 2022
A Haiku Collection of Three - Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
checked by:https://www.howmanysyllables.com/
Are you adrift deep within your mind,
Or taking every chance you find?
There are no more magic wands
no magical “godmothers”
to wave them
to inspire the dreamers.
No more “threesomes” of
bears, little pigs, or billy goats.
The Little Red Hen has been replaced
By Gordon Ramsay.
Pinocchio denied his dream
of being a real boy.
“The Little Engine That Could”
Is being told that
“it shouldn’t have”.
Atlas has been told
to stop shrugging.
Dick and Jane
have been expelled from school
for running, jumping, laughing
and not having Spot neutered.
“Show and Tell”
has become an expose’
of family dysfunction.
Recess has been banned
as no one should be
faster, quicker, or better
than anyone…..at anything.
Grading systems have become
evaluations of socio-political conformity.
Teachers have become “The Muppets”
manipulated by unseen hands.
And yet……
Children still sword fight with sticks
race each other to see…..who’s the fastest
wrestle, fall down, get bruised….and..
get up again….
TO PLAY.
John G. Lawless
7/12/2021
I am a girl with a body made of soil. We catch falling embers of fire in our bare hands with laughter;
And later I catch your eye across the dance floor. I can't find a way to open my mouth.
I dreamt once that Aphrodite was a human soul with her arms full of lilies, and I dreamt once that you were a sun-kissed god remaking my bones into wildflowers.
Please, love, devour me.
My factory would make magic wands
That helps sick children
And make their dreams come true
My magic wand would replace
A child’s missing limp
So if she wanted to
Become a ballerina or
He wanted to be a
Basketball player it would
Magically happen
My magic wand would also protect
Them from being abused
And shielded from harm
Keeping child murderers away
My magic wand would whisked
Them far, far away to a special planet
Where they can just be kids
Having fun and being happy
Not having a care in the world
Where they can eat giant snow corns and
All the ice cream in the world, different flavors
Ride around on Large bubbles
And watch the beauty of the sky
With a variety of bright colors
That shoots out
Talking monster trucks and
Barbie dolls that walks by themselves
Peter, Paul and Mary
Every one a faerie
They waved their magical wands
Out came musical sounds
I've been walking down this road alone
Searching for a way to get back home
but each brick releases pensive memories
until they've blurred in a shade of monochrome
Maybe I was a coward for deciding to leave
Trepidation became fear so I walked away
but some say it took the courage of a lion
to leave him standing in the door that day
If I'd been bastioned in an armored suit of tin
my tears would have encrusted me in rust
To a heart that can't stop crying over lost love
it's too daunting a task to believe again in trust
How foolish I was, to rely upon a naive heart
for allowing me to drown in a deluge of rain
There's no hiding beneath a haystack of straw
It was inane to let my heart overrule my brain
No wizard's words spoken from behind a curtain
will guide me since love came disguised as a thief
No magic wand waved will help me find my way
Only time has the power to allay such grief
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